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They were having a family movie night. It was so ordinary that Mia was having a difficult time wrapping her mind around it. She was a completely different person now. How could her family be doing something as mundane as having movie night? Of course, she and daddy were the only two that knew she
You see me enter the room wearing my leopard print halter top and black leather pants. All the guys in the bar turn to stare as I walk towards you. It was obvious I wasn’t wearing underwear or a bra. The look in my eyes were pure lust and you knew we’d be leaving soon.
Milord invited a few of his friends to the house. This was not uncommon and all of his friends are well aware of our lifestyle. In fact, they are all part of the lifestyle themselves. Normally, he likes me to dress is something sexy if I am allowed to wear clothing at all.To my surprise
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. All characters in this fictional work are over the age of 18. This work is intended to be consumed by adults, 18 or 21 years of age, depending on your location.Note: This story contains elements of femdom including pegging, chastity and cbt. If these elements do not appeal to
FYI. This is an incest story^^^Thursday, July 9th^^^”Fire!”Luke shouted the word and jumped out of bed. A coughing fit had awakened him. The eighteen-year-old saw thick black smoke and heard the unmistakable crackling sound of a fire.”Fire! Fire!” he hollered as clad in his underwear, he ran out of his room and went to the
Harbinger Shoals!”Well, I’ll be. Niles said nothing about the bridge.” Landowner Nick Sanchez pulled his recently acquired F-150 Ford Raptor up alongside an appliance delivery truck. “When did he have time to work more on the crossover?” Lukas Porcupine, engrossed in his Wonder Woman comic book, pictured his Santee crush Lillian Dawn Bearpaw holding a
Apologies to all you lovely ladies and lads for my amateurish start. This is just fun for me and I’m not planning on taking it too serious. Thanks for all constructive comments, and I hope that you can bear with me as I build to the finish.All characters are entirely fictional, as is the story.
I love Halloween, maybe even more than Christmas, Thanksgiving… maybe I love my birthday more. I grew up on monster movies, Famous Monsters magazine, The Munsters reruns, monster models, monster action figures… not just in October, I loved monster stuff all year round. So when Halloween comes around, I always want to make the most
The female lead in this tale is borrowed from Chapter 3 of my series, ‘Bunny Inc.’. While it’s not necessary to read that before delving into this narrative, I’d recommend it if you’re interested in learning more about her. However, bear in mind that the two stories are quite distinct in nature.I found myself enamored
“Keep sucking Daddy’s cock. That feels so good babe.” I encourage Stephanie as I lay on the recliner in the living room. Stephanie got all B’s on her midterm exams and I feel that she deserves a reward. Stephanie ignores me and continues to devour me, never breaking eye contact. I moan as her long
A quick note: My stories aren’t for everyone. If you don’t like very petite women with really huge breasts, mother-son incest (or the use of the word “mommy” in a sexual context), portrayals of women as bimbos (see below for a note on that), and totally unrealistic scenarios, they might not be for you. If
I want to thank bridgeburner99 for her on going proof reading, advice and encouragement which improved my story ten fold. Thank you so much.This is only a fantasy. I have not stuck with the facts of how much abuse the body can take or what true damage it can cause; what laws are broken with
Author’s Note: everyone in this story is over the age of 18.Let me start by explaining: I like it hot.I’m not talking about a fondness for warm showers and heated car seats.Heat turns me on. In a big way.So finding myself backed up between my dad’s open legs in a sauna was worse for me
Thank you to those who read stories.I’ve had experiences, fantasies, and thoughts that I felt like sharing and I hope you enjoy the writings.Some stories are completely true, some are fictional, and some are a combination of fact with some fiction (to enhance the story).I may tell you if it’s a true story or sometimes
Jason wandered through dense woods. He came often to this place to think. He had finals coming up, but wasn’t greatly concerned. His ability to pass almost any test had brought him this far. He was a junior at an ivy league school at only eighteen. No, academics were not Jason’s problem. In his rarefied
A construction accident put me in the hospital for five months with many serious physical injuries that needed a few major operations to fix. I was thrilled upon being released, but needed a walker to walk about and intense physical therapy at my doctor’s center twice a week. I could not live at home, being
Author’s Note: First of all, if you’ve found this story randomly, then welcome. Skip everything in this note and continue to the story. I hope you enjoy.However, if you follow me, or even if this is your second story of mine, I want to give a brief explainer. All my stories take place in the
It was late morning on a cold and gray December day when Matt saw his dad’s Mercedes SUV pull up to the front parking spot of his college dormitory. Matt threw his luggage bag over his shoulder and trudged out through the freshly fallen snow. His dad got out of the SUV, gave him a
“College is where dorks go to have sex with other dorks.”Mike Birbiglia”What does Jamila do for a living?” I asked him, as we spent a lazy late-summer Saturday morning in his apartment. He had made Turkish eggs for breakfast, fried in butter and drenched in a thick, salty yogurt sauce, and drizzled with more butter
Damian Saunders’ estate house was like something you would see on a television show, not a real place. His home was gigantic and magnificent. The granite chipped driveway went on for what felt like miles. For the house it was equally impressive, white marble pillars and lintels were everywhere. All over powering when we pulled